Part 2 can be found here.

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As I collapsed onto the cushions, my chest heaving with ragged breaths, Claire moved to straddle me. She leaned in close, her warm breath ghosting over my ear as she whispered, “You've pleased me so far, Adam,” her hands roaming over my sweat-dampened skin. “Now it's time to show me just how obedient you can be. Be a good boy and touch yourself for me while I undress.”

Claire stood, slowly peeling off her robe with deliberate sensuality. Her pert nipples already hardened into enticing peaks. As she shed her final garment, she turned to face me, a wicked grin playing on her lips.

“Show me how you jerk it off, don't keep me waiting,” she commanded, reaching for the lube on the nearby table. With Claire's command ringing in my ears, I reached down to wrap my hand around my throbbing cock. The smooth, velvety texture felt exquisite against my palm, and I couldn't resist giving it a few slow, teasing strokes.

As I touched myself, my gaze remained fixed on Claire, drinking in the sight of her naked form. Her lithe physique, honed to perfection, made my mouth water with anticipation. The way she carried herself with confident allure, like a predator stalking its prey, sent a shiver down my spine. “P-please, Mistress,” I stammered, my voice hoarse with desire. “Use me however you wish.”

“You can start jerking off, brother in law. Watch my unreachable pussy while you jerk your pathetick cock and while your wife is out being fucked by two hung black guys!”

Her lewd comment made me almost shoot all my load, but I bit my lips and managed to keep it all together somehow. Claire's eyes glinted with sadistic amusement as she watched me fumble with my cock eagerly. She sauntered closer, then sat beside me on the sofa, very very close to my naked body. Leaning in, she draped her arms over my shoulders, as she guided my hand to a faster pace.

“That's it, Adam,” she cooed, her hot breath tickling my ear. “Work that pathetic little dick for me!” The filthy setting was meant to humiliate and entice me at the same time, a reminder of her complete control over the situation.

Now she put the phone between her spread thighs, barely covering her pussy. She was playing with her clit, while a new video of Bonnie was playing on the screen. Claire continued to stroke her clit with one hand, the other holding the phone steady. Her hips rocked subtly, grinding against her palm as she lost herself in the sensations.

Meanwhile, the video on the screen showed Bonnie in a compromising position - bent over a chair, her legs spread wide as a thick black cock thrusted into her from behind. The sounds of rough fucking filled the room, punctuated by Bonnie's wanton moans and cries of pleasure.

Listening to her sister's degradation only served to heighten Claire's arousal. She pinched her nipple harder, tugging at it as she rubbed faster and circled over her clit.

“Mmm, look at Bonnie taking that big black cock,” she purred, her voice husky with lust. “Doesn't she look deliciously stretched and filled?”

Bonnie was being spanked by her bull by being fucked from behind. The buddy was fucking her face with abandon, slapping her face similarly.

I couldn't do anything but jerk my cock furiously. Claire was watching me with a cruel smile. She was also leaning forward, watching the brutal scene unfold. Bonnie's muffled screams and the slap of flesh against flesh created a depraved symphony that set Claire's pulse racing.

She glanced sidelong at me, noticing the frantic pace of my hand as I was jerking my cock. A wicked grin spread across her face as she realized the effect the video is having on me. “Oh, you like that, don't you?” she teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Watching your precious wife get used and abused like a cheap whore?” Claire shifted her attention back to the phone, focusing on the way Bonnie's face contorted in pleasure-pain as the bull's cock pistoned in and out of her mouth. She brought the device closer, ensuring every detail was captured in the shot.

“Keep going, Adam, you can hardly ever see your wife satisfied like that,” Claire added. She then leaned close, slapped my face: “this is how she's being treated right now! My sister gets the fuck of her lifetime while you jerk here in your cheesy living room!”

The sting of Claire's slap jolted me, my head snapping to the side. I tasted blood on my lip, the coppery flavor mixing with the salty tang of my own arousal.

“That's right, Adam,” Claire growled, her breath hot against my cheek. “Bonnie's getting exactly what she craves, and you're stuck here alone, fumbling with your pathetic excuse for a cock.” She grabbed my wrist, forcing my hand to still as she positioned herself in front of me. Claire spread her legs, presenting her glistening pussy mere inches from my face. “Now, if you really want to see your wife happy, jump to the window, clean it in 2 minutes! If it is clean enough, maybe I will show some more of your wife's adventures!” she demanded, her voice low and commanding.

Shocked by Claire's sudden demand, my eyes widened as I stared at her exposed sex. The musky scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, making my head spin with lust. I could feel my cock twitching in anticipation, begging for release. But I knew I had to play along to serve my Mistress.

Without hesitation, I leaped up and rushed to the window. My hands shook slightly as I grabbed the cleaning solution and cloth, frantically scrubbing at the glass pane. Time seemed to blur as I was working, driven by the promise of more forbidden footage of my wife. I had to clean the surface twice where my sloppy cock touched the glass.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I stepped back to admire my work. The window sparkled, not a single streak or smudge remaining. I turned to face Claire, panting heavily, my erection bobbing like crazy. “I-I did it!”

Claire appraised my handiwork, her gaze lingering on my cock. A smirk played on her lips as she nodded in approval.

“Well done, Adam,” she praises, her tone dripping with condescension. Her finger was still circling on her bare clit. “You managed to clean the window in record time. I suppose even a pathetic cuckold like you has some uses.” With a flick of her wrist, Claire sent the phone flying toward me, the screen now displaying a new video. This one showed Bonnie riding a massive black cock, her back arched in ecstasy as she bounces wildly on the shaft. “This is what happens when your wife gets what she really wants,” Claire sneered, watching my reaction intently. “She doesn't need you or your limp dick. All she needs is a real man to satisfy her desires.”

I caught the phone, my fingers trembling as I holded it up to get a better look at the explicit video. Bonnie's moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, creating a sense of voyeuristic intimacy.

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the screen, mesmerized by the sight of my wife impaled on the huge black cock. The way her body moved, the expression of pure bliss on her face... It was almost too much to bear. A choked sob escaped my throat, feeling like I was witnessing a betrayal of the deepest kind, yet a twisted part of me couldn’t help but be drawn in by the raw, primal passion on display. “P-please...” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Show me more... I need to see...”

Claire's eyes gleamed with malice as she watched my breakdown. She reached out, running a finger down my cheek in a mocking caress.

“Oh, Adam,” she cooed, her voice laced with cruelty. “You're so eager to witness your wife's degradation. How touching.” With a swift motion, Claire snatched the phone back, scrolling through the gallery with deliberate slowness. She selected another video, this one showing Bonnie being facefucked by both black men in the shower. The hot water poured on her face as she switched between the huge cocks one by one. “Here, honey,” Claire says, tossing the phone onto the coffee table. “Enjoy the show. Watch your precious wife get used as a cumdump by these real men, just like she deserves!”

My eyes fixated on the phone, my mind reeling as I tried to process the depravity unfolding before me. Bonnie, my loving wife, reduced to a mere object for these strangers' pleasure. The thought was almost too painful to bear, yet I couldn’t look away.

The sounds of the shower, the grunts and groans of the men, Bonnie's muffled cries and gagging... it was a cacophony of filth that sent a shiver down my spine. I could almost smell the steam, feel the heat of the water on their skin. I was watching Bonnie's mouth stretch obscenely around each cock, her cheeks flushing with exertion. One of the guys even spat on her face, and the steaming water washed it down quickly. The way she submitted, the desperation in her eyes as she choked on the thick meat...

“Now let's switch to the next task,” Claire said. “Naked as you are, make me dinner. I'll watch a Netflix episode. When it is over, the lasagne shall be ready with red wine. If it is delicious, I will let you watch your dear wife being double penetrated tonight.”

I stood there, naked and trembling, the weight of Claire's demands heavy on my shoulders. I knew I had no choice but to obey, to play the role assigned to me in this twisted game.

“Yes, ma'am,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sounds of Bonnie's debauchery still echoing in my ears.

Still naked, I walked slowly into the kitchen, my movements mechanical as I began gathering ingredients. I tried to focus on the task at hand, to block out the images seared into my mind, but they lingered, taunting me with every passing second. As I was cooking, I couldn’t help but wonder what other degradations awaited me and my wife that night.

I prepared the meal with shaking hands, my mind consumed by thoughts of Bonnie and the lewd acts she was enduring. Even though Bonnie had told me about her perverted adventures before, moreover, we planned some of them together, the one she endured tonight with those two bulls was way beyond my imagination. I couldn’t believe the woman I loved was capable of such wanton behavior, and yet, a dark part of me was fascinated by it.

As the lasagna baked in the oven, I poured a glass of red wine. I also set the table, arranging the plates and silverware with precision, trying to distract himself from the disturbing videos. When the time went off, I took out the lasagna from the oven and let it cool for a few moments before serving it to Claire. I presented the dish with a shaky smile, hoping that it met her expectations.

“There you are, Mistress,” I said, with my voice strained.

Claire took a seat at the dining table, bringing her phone with her. I set the plate of lasagna in front of her, my hands visibly trembling.

“Very good,” Adam, she said, her tone measured and detached. “It looks delicious. Now, let's see if it tastes as good as it looks.” Claire took a bite, her expression unreadable as she chewed slowly. After a moment, she swallowed and set her fork down, reaching for her wine glass instead. “It's acceptable,” she declared, her words dripping with disdain. “But let's not get ahead of ourselves. We still have the main course to enjoy.” She picked up her phone once more, selecting a new video.

As Claire was eating her lasagna, she turned the phone to face me, allowing me to watch the video uninterrupted. The scene depicted Bonnie in the lap of her bull, her legs spread wide in invitation. The bull was penetrating her pussy, as the buddy entered her asshole. They pushed into Bonnie simultaneously, stretching her tight pussy and ass to limits. Her back arched back as she let out a guttural moan, her hands fisting the sheets. The men began to thrust in tandem, their hips slamming against Bonnie's ass and pussy with brutal force. The wet slap of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, punctuated by Bonnie's high-pitched whimpers and gasps. Her breasts bounced with each impact, nipples hardening into pert peaks.

As the double penetration intensified, Bonnie's moans escalated into screams of pleasure. Her body bounced violently on the bull's lap, her tits jiggling wildly as she was fucked mercilessly in both holes.

The camera showed her face, capturing the rapturous expression etched across her features, with the sweat glistening on her brow. Her eyes rolled back, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being stretched and filled beyond capacity. The rhythm of the men's thrusts quickened, their pace becoming a frenzied blur. With a final, savage plunge, they buried themselves deep inside Bonnie, holding her in place as they erupted. Their sacks were contorting vividly as they were emptying their load inside my wife.

“I'll let you watch the cum pouring out of my sister's orifices,” Claire took out the phone off my hands. “If you deliver some desserts in 10 mins!”

Claire pulled the phone away, ending my voyeuristic indulgence abruptly. I was left staring at her, my eyes glazed over with lust and despair, as she issued her latest command.

“Desserts, in 10 minutes,” she repeated, her voice cold and unforgiving. “And make sure they're something sweet, to balance out the savory flavors of our meal.” With that, she dismissed me, turning her attention back to her Netflix show. I was left standing there, my cock still hard and throbbing, my mind reeling with the knowledge that I must comply with Claire's demands once more. I made my way to the kitchen, my steps heavy with resignation.

In the kitchen, I mechanically gathered the necessary ingredients for dessert - flour, sugar, eggs, chocolate chips. My hands moved with practiced ease, but my thoughts remained consumed by the depraved scenes I had just witnessed.

As I mixed and measured, I couldn’t help but imagine Bonnie, my sweet and innocent wife, taking those massive cocks in her tight little holes. The idea of her cumming so hard, so thoroughly used and abused, sent a thrill of perverse excitement coursing through my veins. Shaking my head, I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. I scooped the dough onto a baking sheet, popped it into the oven, and set the timer. The rich aroma of freshly baked cookies soon wafted through the house, signaling my compliance with Claire's demand.

Once the timer went off, I carefully removed the tray of warm cookies from the oven, letting them cool slightly before transferring them to a plate. I arrange the treats artfully, sprinkling a dusting of powdered sugar over the top for a touch of elegance.

With the desserts prepared, I carried the plate into the living room, where Claire sat engrossed in her show. I approached her cautiously, offering the plate with a tremulous smile.

“For you, Mistress,” I said standing in front of her still naked, my voice a mere whisper. “Freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, just the way you like them.” I held my breath, waiting for Claire's reaction, praying that these simple sweets would be enough to satisfy her twisted desires and earn me a reprieve from further degradation.

Claire glanced up from her phone, her gaze flickering briefly over the plate of cookies before returning to the screen. For a moment, I worried that my efforts have fallen short, that she'll dismiss my offering with a wave of her hand. But then, ever so slightly, the corner of her mouth twitched upward in a hint of a smile. 

“Very well, Adam,” Claire said, her tone a shade softer than before. “You may sit with me now. But don't think this means you've earned any special treatment. Our evening is far from over. Here, as I promised, watch the rest of the scene.”

My heart leaped as I quickly took a seat beside her, setting the plate of cookies on the coffee table within easy reach.

As Claire handed me her phone once more, my palms grew slick with nervousness. I knew what was coming, and despite my trepidation, I couldn’t help but feel a morbid curiosity about the conclusion of the depraved scene. I took the phone, my fingers brushing against Claire's. The contact sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and illicit arousal.

I raised the device closer, my eyes widening as the video resumed. Bonnie lay sprawled on the bed, her body still twitching with aftershocks from her intense orgasm. The black guys pulled their cocks out of her holes, their fresh white cum was pouring out in thick rivulets.

They stood up, towering over her limp form, their massive cocks still slick with her juices. They made her clean their cocks one by one, which she eagerly did with her mouth. Her moans were muffled by the cocks, her body writhing weakly beneath the relentless onslaught. I watched, transfixed, as Bonnie obediently cleaned the men's huge black rods with her mouth, her lips stretched wide around their girth. I could hear her muffled moans of her desperate suckling through the phone's speaker.

A part of me recoiled in horror at the degrading spectacle, but another, darker aspect of my psyche thrilled at the sight of my innocent wife reduced to such a submissive, cum-hungry toy. My own cock twitched in response, throbbing heavily.

As the video ended, leaving me panting and aching with unfulfilled desire, Claire reached over and snatched the phone back from my trembling hands. She rose from the couch, her movements graceful and predatory.

“Well, Adam?” she purred, circling behind me. “Here's your chance now. Jerk off to completion, here in the living room. I will record it and send it to my sister to let her see you're in good hands now.”

My breath caught in my throat as Claire loomed over me, her presence suffusing the air with an electric tension. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry as sandpaper.

“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. I stood with my legs shaking slightly as I faced the camera once more. “I hope Bonnie enjoys watching me,” I murmured, my voice laced with a mix of shame and reluctant excitement. She always said I was a dirty boy at heart. 

Claire moved closer, positioning myself directly in front of me. She raised her phone, angling it to capture the full extent of my humiliation.

“Go on, Adam,” she coaxed. “Show us how much you enjoy serving your new mistress. Make it a good performance, and maybe I'll reward you later.” I nodded, my  eyes fixed on the camera lens. With a trembling hand, I wrapped my fingers around my aching shaft, feeling the heat and hardness of my flesh. I started to stroke slowly, with awkward movements. As I was pumping my cock, my mind wandered back to the depraved scenes I had watched tonight, each one fueling my arousal and eroding my remaining inhibitions.

My strokes gradually gained momentum, my grip tightening around my throbbing member. I leaned forward slightly, my hips rocking in time with my hand as I lost myself in the sensation.

“Mmm, that's it,” Claire purred, her voice dripping with sadistic encouragement. “Let go and give us a real show. Show Bonnie how much you adore her adventures!”

My breathing grew ragged, my chest heaving with exertion. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the pleasure coursing through my veins. My balls draw up tight, signaling my impending climax. With a low groan, my cock pulsed in my grasp, spurting thick ropes of semen across the floor. I went on stroking myself through my orgasm, milking every last drop as Claire recorded my debasement for Bonnie's viewing pleasure.

As the final waves of my orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes, blinking away the haze of lust and shame. I looked down at the mess I made, my seed pooling on the hardwood, and felt a twinge of mortification.

But it was tempered by a perverse sense of pride, knowing that I provided Claire with exactly what she desired - a humiliating display of my submission and arousal. I could only imagine the delight Bonnie would take in watching the footage.

I straightened up, my spent cock still softening in the aftermath of my release. I met Claire's gaze, seeing the satisfaction gleaming in her eyes, and knew I earned a measure of favor. “Thank you, Mistress,” I said quietly, my voice hoarse from pent-up emotion. “I hope it was... satisfactory.”

“Sure babe!” Claire answered. “Now clean up, quickly! We don't want my sister to find this mess! She's gonna be here soon, and I suspect she's bringing you certain... presents,” she winked.

I nodded, a shiver running down my spine at the prospect of Bonnie's gifts. I quickly gathered up the towels, dabbing at the sticky semen on my thighs and groin before disposing of them in the laundry basket. I could hardly wait to meet Bonnie in person, to experience firsthand the depths of depravity my wife was drawn into.

Once I cleaned myself up, I turned to face Claire.

“What kind of presents could Bonnie possibly have for me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Claire smirked, clearly enjoying the suspense she was building. Just then, we could hear the front door opening, piercing the charged atmosphere in the room.

Part 4 can be found here.